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“Fuck. That was poetry. That was art. But I still have some anger issues to work out.”

“Same. Think you can handle me?” I want more. I didn’t know I could still come that hard. I don’t know what the hell I’m saying, I don’t want more. Except, I do. Because in that moment of pure ecstasy, all of the pain, anger, and hate ebbed away. I want to chase that again.

“Buckle up.” Without hesitating, he lifts me and wraps my legs around him. His cock is pressed between us, and I move up and down on it, sliding with my own wetness. He groans. He puts me down in front of the counter and cages me. His kiss is fierce and punishing. He reaches across me to his wallet on the counter and retrieves a condom.

He pulls back to roll it on his deliciously long dick. Before he puts it on, he strokes himself while I watch. Dirty delight dances across his face. He reaches over and gathers my wetness, smearing it on his dick.

“You always did like to watch. Come here.” He smiles. I laugh and do as I’m told. I come to him and stroke his long beautiful cock. He rolls the condom on after a few more rough tugs and I’m on fire. My core is burning hot and I have to have him.

“Jesus, I hate you, cocky mutha—” My mouth is filled with his strong tongue trying to dominate me. I give as good as I can get as I try and climb him. But he won’t lift me. He takes a half step back and takes my hand. Then he twirls me around and slams both palms to the counter, spreads my legs wide, and I’m trapped under him. I try and lift my hands but his lips are nipping and kissing my ear.

“Now, where is it you think you’re heading? Let go, I got you. You once said I wouldn’t be able to handle you from behind.” He smacks a cheek and I gasp. Then he’s rubbing the spot and soothing me all over. I’m on fire, with every nerve ending begging for more.

Somehow, in the depth of my soul, or my aching pussy, I trust him. I stop struggling and arch into him. “Good girl. Now don’t move. Keep them right there. I need to fuck you so hard you forget anyone who’s been here since me. Do you understand?”

He pushes his dick into my backside a bit. Not enough to penetrate, but just enough to feel fucking good and dirty. I turn my head to his and we attack each other’s mouths. He pulls on my neck and puts his thumb on my jaw to direct my face closer to his. I don’t move my hands. It’s like they’re glued to the counter. He drifts a palm over them. “Very good girl.”

He lets go of my ass. I gasp as he notches himself up. He grabs my hips roughly and thrusts forward, filling me completely in one quick motion. I’m so full. It’s brutal and delicious. Then he swiftly pulls out and bucks into me again. It takes my breath away and my head drops to the counter while I wait to acclimate. But he doesn’t wait. He pushes on. In and out, grunting and moaning.

“So fucking tight. How are you so fucking tight like you were the first time? Jesus, this is too much. The way you hold my cock. You take possession of it like it’s yours. Fucking epic.”

I say, “Keep fucking me like this. So fucking good. How are you as good as my memory?”

He’s grunting. “How are you talking? Apparently, I’m not going hard enough, I want you at a loss for words.” And he doubles his speed, stealing not only my voice but my breath.

“Yes. Yes. Right there. Fuck, my pussy loves your cock.” He growls and slaps my ass again. I moan loudly. Then his hips are pistoning in and out of me, and I’m slamming my ass against his abs as I move against him. He’s so deep.

I feel torn in half as my orgasm begins to spiral. He wraps his hands in my hair and pulls my head up. I’ve always dreamed someone would do this but never imagined it would be him, of all people. We were sweet in our exploration of each other’s bodies a decade ago. But this is divine. I’m so wet and he’s finding my most divine place inside of me.

“Come. Now. I can’t hold on. Come now!” And my girly parts respond as if he’s been in charge of my pussy this whole time.

He smacks my ass again and I moan loudly. “Fuck. Your ass is so goddamn fucking perfect. Lizzie, Bette. Whoever. You. Are. Christ, I love your ass. I’ve never wanted to come on something so badly.”

“You love Christ’s ass,” I moan.

“Yours. Your ass. Your tight pussy. Fuck. I need to pull out and come on your ass.”

“No.” He reaches around me and pinches my clit. “Oh God. No.”

“Leave your clit alone?”

“No. Do that again. Don’t come on my ass.”

“Fine. Fuck. You’re killing me. I’m going to lose it now. My balls are so tight. I need to fill you. Come. Come. Come now for me.”

And then he reaches around again and with his chant, I’m so close. I can feel the fingerprints on my hips. He’s gripping so tight and pumping so hard and fast now. My chest is flattened on the counter; he’s fucked me into the counter. It hits me like a tsunami of pleasure and I scream the name of the man fucking me, not the boy I was in love with. He smacks my ass and jerks deep inside me as I convulse and pulse around him. It’s so long. I think I might die from pleasure. Fuck. He keeps moving but slows his pace as we start to land from our orgasms. I’ve never come that hard. Ever. Even when I think of him. Even with him before. I never let go like that.

He leans down onto my back and kisses my neck. Then he curls his arms around me as he slides out. And I know I’ve never felt so empty in my entire life as when he’s no longer inside of me.

We finally regulate our breathing and he says, “Why?”

“Why what? Why did I break up with you through my dad? Which I never did.” And we’re right back in it.

“No. Why can’t I come on your ass?”

I buck him off me, straighten up, and smile wickedly. “Because I knew you wanted it so badly.”

“Spite?”